I don't really suffer afflictions much, well, besides my sore skin, my allergies, dodgy bum, dicky ticker & yawping for no reason. I mean afflictions like being overly stressed, well, apart from food and being ignored. OK, I am not setting a good image here, I am not explaining myself well at all. Mmmm. Well, since I had my pompoms cut off, i don't suffer those kind of afflictions lets say! Not like our poor little Gracie, who at 5, 6 and now 7 months has called like some dirty wee beastie.  She knows all the words and the moves to Shakira and 'Hips don't lie' she is yelling at the top of her voice "Mira en Coventry se baila asi"
Seriously, at 3am 'mi casa' is not 'su casa' let me tell you!!!

Momma thinks she has a solution? Homeopathic pills. I take mine every other week for the old cat bugs stuff, but she is trying some anti yelling pills that are made out of watered down ovary innards or something equally disgusting on Gracie. I am not entirely sure how it all works to be fair, only that these little sugar coated drops taste quite good and I like mine, I also like any others the CatWomen spit out too. I shall turn diabetic next, you watch! Gracie has done well on them this month and each time she yells and her mouth is open for the world to see her tonsils, Momma throws in a pill to shut her up. That and a small dose of piriton before bedtime, makes her sleepy. Means I don't need ear plugs all night as it's my ear she is yelling in then!

Lillibet also has special pills, but she is the only cat that gets to choose hers, unfair I say, how come she gets special treatment? Oh, that's right, she is special. Lillibet gets to sniff both pills and only takes the ones she wants, sometimes both. They are for slightly different things - in a nutshell, one for loose screws and one for green eyed monsters!  Her pills are instead of visiting the vets over and over.  Momma figures that trying her on hillbilly and calamity pills first, is a better chance at curing this derangement in her head, more so than an MRI scan. All her flicking and jumping is stress triggered and is a learned behaviour and Momma will try anything to help her feel normal. It's either that or some hefty drugs from the vets to cure anxiety... I say pawn Gracie and all her anxieties would diminish, except they were here well before Gracie appeared on the scene, but we would be richer!

Whilst Faith is expecting babies, she gets these sugar pills too. There is one for stretching her insides to make them more boingy for kittens to travel down the tubes and stuff and another to stop bruising and another to bring milk in and another to stop milk and another for stopping the three stages of mastitis and another for... well, you get the picture! Faith used to be very good at having pills, but she now fusses and fights Momma, well, shakes her head from side to side and then shouts NO! This is her demise, in slip the little pills. But Faith is smart and she can squirrel pills in the side of her lips like a chipmunk and decant them into a dark place. No where is safe from me.. I ALWAYS find them ALL! Apparently, these pills only have to touch our mucus membranes for a few seconds and the job is done! Phew, thank goodness for that, as you only have Homeopathics for an affliction and stop once it shows signs of abating... Last thing I need right now is a dose mastitis followed by a dose of the hillbillies whilst singing Shakira, J1 might get some funny ideas about me!!!

KS =^..^=

In February, Momma had some sort of rod things put in her back and now her leg and foot feel really funny, so everyday, she has to give her foot a bath. I don't know how it copes all that washing and soaking? Not something I am a huge fan of at all.  I am due a bath and my skin is sore, but until Momma can direct ManSlave in the finer arts of cat washing, we will make do with watching her bathe her foot instead.

The girls seem to get a kick out of the foot bath and even like to drink the hot water and try the spa for themselves. Gracie is first on the scene, being a kitten, it's all new and she has forgotten already her couple of show baths she has undergone with blue rinse shampoo and bubblegum conditioner. This is something new and fun. She really took the lead and would try and push Faith away from the water.  Momma usually has a much bigger bowl in the bath, but just for all of you at home, I suggested she have a clear one so you can all see what is going on and what they get up to!

I think if the water wasn't so hot, Gracie might have just got in it herself and relaxed down into it like a hot tub. Gracie is adamant that it's her game and no one else can play. Faith likes to lick the water and push her paws about outside to see where the water level is and Gracie likes to actually have a dabble in it. This is more obvious when Momma puts her foot in. Lillibet really wasn't sure about the whole thing, she is not a water baby at all and stalked the box for a ages, probably because it was new? She then stalked and worried about it so much, she even got Gracie concerned that it perhaps wasn't as safe as first thought?

Momma now puts some salty things in with her foot as this helps open the paws or something? I didn't know humans had paws? All about capillaries and stuff? All gobbildygook to me... I just know that if those CatWomen drink that, their movements will be a little more rapid on the morrow!

KS =^..^=

Sometimes the CatWomen are lazy and just won't get up at all. Faith was being that way this morning. Momma had a 'bad back night' so that means Faith also had a bad night. Momma tossing and turning in bed and that means the bed becomes like an ocean and she is riding the waves all night with a belly full of babies! Enough to make anyone sea sick!

So when Momma also refused to get up this morning, Faith stuck to her like glue in case she changed her mind. Every time Momma got weary and stopped stroking her tummy, Faith would reach out and demand a little more.

Momma will then sing to her "How many Bubbahs in the fold?" It's a silly little song that goes something like this...

Where are they hiding?
Where can they beeee?
Bubbahs insidinging
Waiting for meee

Where are they now?
What can they see?
Can they hear me singingggg?
Bubbahs come to meee

Look at your bellyyy
Round as can beeee
Bubbahs are hidingggg
Hiding from meeee

Growing so big now
No more will they hide
Bubbahs are growing
Growing inside

In the fold of our arms
They will come to thee
Bubbahs excited
Excited and freeeee

OK, so it's a bit silly, but Faith and Momma enjoy a little sing along and each verse can change depending on the mood of things. But Faith really likes this lullaby, it's soothing and she purrs along singing with the thought of her babies.

This next two weeks are critical now, no more being silly and jumping on ManSlave and hurting him because she is too heavy and falls, dragging her nails deep into his shoulder. The amount of shirts he has been through that have been staine with his blood as the CatWomen fly from post to shoulder! I occasionally do it just for effect and because I am so heavy, I love to watch him wince!

KS =^..^=  

Gracie is a sweet little soul. At first she was a bit of a pest, hissing and spitting at me, but now, she makes a good sleeping companion. Now that Faith has gone into the Kitten room at nights, I need someone with a coat to keep me warm. Can't ask Lillibet, likely to get a Thwakking!

Gracie is a bit full on and Racy Gracie has learned to fly... She launches herself from anything high onto passers by. It doesn't mean these launches are by any means executed with any decorum, nope, they are full on 'Tree Squirrel' launches. Extremities outstretched and mouth open she just goes for it! ManSlave has been under assault for the past week and today Gracie missed her target, how only knows, it's big enough!  As she missed, she is flying through the air at the top of the stairs and it's a long way down and she just fell and fell and fell. Whilst she was going down, she trumped an almighty trump and recently she has taken to eating more kibble and her stools have been less than hard.. They were less than hard when her trump became chocolate gold all over ManSlave, the walls, the stair carpet and  even worse, her!

She raced from room to room is the height of fear and embarrassment and finally got to a place where she could be scooped up and rushed to the sink for a quicky wash.  There is another side to this story too. ManSlave was delivering a fishcake for Momma's lunch and they were so busy and concerned about our dear gracie, they left the delicious fishcake unattended. It mae for a very satisfactory snack. ::nod::

I was in the hall again with the pink tray, bowl of water and a very satisfied look on my face!

KS =^..^= 

Is it really true?  Are they real? Two little bundles of joy spinning and twisting inside Faith's tummy!  Well, there could be three, but with the song and dance these two put on, it really wasn't worth plunging about in there to see if there were any more. Two will be more than enough for Momma to cope with with her newly aquainted titanium rods in her spine.

The lovely Lady from BreederScan came around, she always liked Faith and says how well behaved she is. Of course she is, she is a Maystar Pride Member! Trudy always pays everyone attention in the house, not just the pregnant ladies. I thought I was in for a bit of Ticker Scanning until she scratched me under the chin and passed me by, lube in hand. Phew, only jelly on Faith's belly today then?

That didn't stop Gracie, she was in on the action from the beginning. Nosey parker these Esperanza kids.
"What does this do?"
"Nothing"
"Why is it on there then?"
"Because it comes with the machine"
"Oh." crunch "You won't mind if it's missing then?"
She even got a dry scan herself, in preparation for her own babies one day.
"That tickles"
"Keep still"
"But it tickles"

Faith was much more lady like about the whole affair. Gel on her tummy, ManSlave taking supporting role in holding her gracefully, belly up. Momma, camera in hand doing the 'non bending' roles. Faith was happy to watch the monitor and witness first paw her new Bubbahs. Even though they are not here yet, we feel as though they are part of our Pride already and everyone treats her with respect. They move from her path as she sashays along. It will soon turn to a swagger and her and Momma can sloth along side each other in the Kitten Room, one growing larger, one growing fitter. (I shall not chose which, I may get Thwakked.)

The creation of life in as amazing thing and all of us here are very excited by the new arrivals. J1 was given the good news last night by ManSlave. Man to man, pat on the back and all that, but J1 was more interested in whether or not she would be out soon to have more 'hows your father'? So the majority are pleased, well, everyone except Lillibet. She is insanely jealous already and has turned into a food monster, more so than me. She can hear Faith's food being opened from downstairs and Momma being somewhat slower than usual is perplexed at the speed at which the supersonic chocolate madam can reach the bowl when she was just thinking about closing the door. Many a time she has this satisfied look as the door closes, just to turn and see not Faith sitting at her dish, but Lillibet. She is happy to be put back out and purrs loudly either way with a few kibble of her own.

There is someone else not so excited either and his owners are considering counselling when the time comes. Jamie, (Maystarex Jacobean Jester) is adamant that he is THE ONLY MAYSTAR BOY and that there are no other boys to be born. Well, sorry Jamie, Momma needs boys as they are important to the lovely new families waiting! I am sure your counselling will go well.  We hope Jaz doesn't tease you too much! 

I am happy there will be kittens as kittens mean food and food means I now have an ally in Lillibet and Gracie. Distractors! Before it was just me and my stealth. But now, well, it's a game changer!

KS =^..^=